} Funny you should ask.}} Way, way, way back when I was a freshman at UoTG (University of The} Gods, a most horrid place, what with campus stretching all over the nine} levels of Hell, and not even a decent salad bar at the dorms.) I was} reading the personal ads in the campus paper (The Immortal Daily) when I} came across the following ad:}} TO THE ORACLE WHO WEARS RED: in Zeus Hall, 9:30-10:30} MWF, room 113. Look up and smile at me.}} Now, I was normally not one to panic at such drivel, but then I realized} that the room and time in question just happened to coincide with my} Atlantean Literature class, and I always wore red to that class (at the} time, I was cosidering a change of major to Fire-God from Oracle, but} that was just an infatuation with a succubus named Brenda. Now, I was} young then, not quite past my 18th century, and was quite amazed that} out of all the Immortals on campus, I, a lowly Freshman Oracle, recieved} a personal from, I hoped, a young Wood Nymph.}} Well, later that week, I saw my admirer (the first of many). She turned} out to be a Barbarian Death Goddess-In-Training. She looked much like} the lead singer for Los Lobos, but her beard was longer. I started} wearing black to class.}} Later, while sitting on the Pantheon steps, I accidentally find myself} not 10 feet away from the Barbarian Death Goddess. She, of course,} comes over and initiates a conversation. Admittedly, it was a bit} one-sided, as I had not yet discovered the glory in maiming and smoting} the enemies of my people, which she imparted upon me with much detail} (during the part about the comsumption of the enemy clan's elder's} entrails, streams of drool kept getting caught in her beard. Ugh.).}} Then, as Fate would have it, my friend Wayne (he later became a} Forest-God, and then one of the Mountain Kings) walked by on his way to} Continent Creation 120. Desparate for an interruption, I flagged him} down. As I introduced him to the Barbarian, I realized I didn't know} (or had forgotten) the Goddess-In-Training's name.}} "Gizelle," she said, and hit me with her Staff of Drought and Famine.}} And that is who Gizelle is.}} You owe the Oracle a fiddle made of gold.

} Because you are trying to become a Great Author, and this requires Pain} and Suffering and Sacrifice and Lack of Sleep and Agony and Having your} Teeth Extracted Without Anaesthetic and Total Abject Misery and Being} Stabbed Repeatedly with Sharp Branches Covered with Tiny Splinters and} Generally Being Unhappy.}} You owe the oracle an autographed copy of your first book.

} A merlip is a fishy condition caused by doing things that would get you} arrested in Georgia. Don't wear one to the Arts and Roses ball. It's} bound to get you looked at. If you are the kind of person who likes} being looked at, go ahead.}} You owe the Oracle four gallons of blood, payable immediately.

} Man, I tell ya, being an Oracle is a bitch. You get all sorts of} snively-ass questions about the most simple problems. Respect? Ha.}} Okay, all right. Wazz yer problem? Muskrats and emus? It'll never} work. It'll never sell. But it truly is amazing how things evolve in} this crazy industry. Way back in the beginning, there was Teco (Those} were the good days!). Then along came emacs. And now? Emus? And as} for user interface shit, people wanna to build a better mouse (the heck} with the mousetrap), so they ask - what's better than a mouse? A rat!} But rats smell. So sell them muskrats. Go figger. And are people} happy with being competitive? No - they want to be competant, whatever} that is. Hell, I'd settle for a competent file clerk.}} where was I? Muskrats, emus? Chuck them all. Go back to your friggin} abucus, fer christsakes. Go find me a chocolate shake. Muskrats, emus?} Whadda ya wanna do, sleep with them? Here's your answer - if I find you} with my poodle, you're pizza, buddy.

} Well, first off, you should study the syntax of the functions. Then you} should evaluate the expressions.}} So -} what requires 1 qualifier, and one expression, returns answer.} for must then be the qualifier to what.} do just does, requires two expressions (from, to) and a third to do.} i is the first expression for do} minasize is the second} this is what the do should do, which in this case is a null operator} because this has no meaning yet.} question? is a reverse order function which forces evaluation of the} previous expression.}} thus:} (what for (do (i,minasize) (this))) question?} or} question: (what for (do (i,minasize) (this)))} and since this means nothing, i and minasize are never evaluated} (since this is a lazy language), do does nothing with this, no} matter the size of mina.} thus:} question: what for} or} what for?} which should be immediately evaluated by the compiler (since it} need not be run because it can always be evaluated), and the} system should reply:}} That for.}} got any pickles?

} Firstly, the e is silent. That causes confustion for most people due} to the 4 following. The ,. dipthong is pronounced with a alveolar pop} caused by holding the tongue against the alveolar ridge and creating a} vacuum between the tongue and ridge, then releasing it. It sounds like}} < mmmm <click> forfull >}} As for writing it, that's stupid. You had to just to ask the} question.}} As for what you can do, that seems nonsequitur to this line of thought} and is somewhat open ended. At least I know you can type.

} The Doufis, a fierce tribe of Arabian warriors, dwells in the Sahuh, the} northern part of the Saraha Desert. They are bold and fierce, and ride} swift horses. They make raiding excursions into the Plesant, a more} civilized region, in which the people have grown soft and unable to} protect themselves. The Doufis take what they value: gold and silver,} fine wines, spices, ferrets, and nice looking Plesantine women.}} You owe the oracle a hookah